Trudging slowly over wet sandback to the benchwhere your clothes were stolenthis is the coastal townthat they forgot to close downArmageddon - come Armageddon!Come Armageddon! Come!Everyday is like Sundayeveryday is silent and greyHide on the promenadescratch out a postcard"how I dearly with I was not here"in the seaside town...that they forgot to bombCome! Come! Come - nuclear bomb!Everyday is like Sundayeveryday is silent and greyTrudging back over pebbles and sandand a strange dust lands on your hands(and on your face)Everyday is like Sunday"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"share some greased tea with meeveryday is silent and grey